A : I walk carelessly down the dark roadMy heavy black boots constantly clickingClicking on the cold cementMy long black and velvet Trench coat Billowing in the slight breezeMy Chest slightly rising under my tight corsetMy balls in my pants jingling togetherAs I walk down this Moon lit roadStaring up at sirdophintheawesomeThis is the balladThe ballad of the lostOf the silent warriorsOf the people you pass by and call freaksOf the peopleWho will jingle your ballsFor our souls are pure